How to Live as the Enemy Prince Chapter 65

Long Time No See (2)

As Grey's aura surged towards him like an overflowing river, Calian let out a light breath, expelling the energy as though he was cleansing himself. Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Grey’s voice dripped with menace.

"Halt the carriage."

The carriage, which had been moving steadily, finally came to a stop.

Calian turned his head for a moment to assess his companions.

It was just as he expected.

Upon sensing Grey's menacing aura, Kyrie’s heartbeat quickened, and Arsen and Rachel felt their mana surge within them.

Calian raised his hand, signaling them to remain still, preventing any hasty actions. He focused intently on Arsen, who seemed ready to act without second thought, especially as he glanced toward the pink carriage.

Then, Calian spoke, addressing Yan.

"Kyrie, you stay behind. Everyone else will go ahead first. I'll follow soon."

What Calian was about to do was something only he could handle. Except for Kyrie, who knew Calian's secret, the rest should not be here.

Yan saw Calian's stern expression. Without a word, he led the group down the royal road.

Watching them leave, Calian closed his eyes for a moment.

It was time to become Bern, not Calian.

‘Grey must not go to Kyris. However, I cannot simply kill him. But I also cannot allow him to slip away easily.’

Therefore, Calian’s plan was to bring Grey to his lowest point, and ensure he could never stand against Calian again.

- Creak!

Grey opened the carriage window, and with it, Calian opened his eyes.

Calian, who now had Bern's gaze, looked down at Grey, who was staring out of the window.

Not noticing this change, Grey, sitting on a large black horse, made an indignant sound towards Calian, who was looking down at him from the carriage.

"How dare someone with the blood of a commoner like you!"

Calian reached through the open window, grabbing Grey by the neck and pulled him with force.

- Kwaak!

"I've endured and endured... Ugh!"

Grey, momentarily pinned against the carriage wall, made a choking sound.

His life was at stake.

His dignity too.

So now, it was self-defense.

Calian lowered his head towards Grey, who was pinned in his grip, and unleashed the anger he had been holding in for days.

"You endured and endured, right?"

Calian chuckled darkly.

- Thud!

Calian extended his arm, pulling Grey back against the carriage wall, and once again Grey’s head struck it with a dull thud.

Grey opened his eyes.

"This... Ugh!"

- Thud!

Calian had been releasing the concealed magic since the moment he confronted Grey on the royal road. Grey didn't notice.

Grey was the third Swordmaster among the six.

Yet, despite all that, he couldn't even sense Calian's aura, who had only recently become a Swordmaster. In fact, it meant Grey hadn't properly trained after entering the path of the sword.

Therefore,

Calian was the stronger one.

"Th- this..."

- Kwang!

With another impact of Grey’s head against the carriage wall, rationality disappeared from his eyes. Eventually, his hand reached for the hilt of his sword. Calian didn't miss that motion from outside the carriage.

- Thud!

Calian, lowering his head even further, now almost touching the wall of the carriage, whispered into Grey's ear as he could see inside the window.

"Get off."

At the same time, Calian's aura exploded.

For Lennon, Grey, Silica, and Franz.

All his pent-up anger towards Brisenn had erupted at once.

"If you don't want to die."

In the midst of the sudden chaos, Gray's companions rushed out of the carriage. The butler and groom stood up, not knowing what to do. Their gazes were fixed on Gray and the six knights.

The six knights took a step back, their faces drained of color. Even Kyrie, who was standing off in the distance, felt suffocated due to the intensity of Calian's aura.

Up until now, Calian had never displayed his aura to this extent. Calian, who had previously made Alan tense with just a brief display of aura, had now unleashed his uncontrolled, overwhelming aura upon Gray.

Grey's entire body stiffened.

"I told you to get off."

Grey couldn't tell if the command was for him to get off the horse or to get off the world.

Calian exerted more strength in his arm.

- Thud!

- Creak!

The carriage's wall couldn't handle the strength concentrated in Calian’s arm. Calian pulled Grey out through the window frame.

"Wait, wait!"

Gray exclaimed urgently.

Calian disregarded Gray's pleas, throwing him aside by the scruff of his neck. Then, he dismounted from Raven's back.

Whether it was a superior or a subordinate, it didn't matter.

Arsen’s personality was showing through Calien..

Master said that we could do anything as long as we don't use a sword.

- Ugh!

A transparent light appeared at Calian's fingertips, forming a long and round rod, or in other words, a bat.

"Let's do a little sparring."

The moment he finished speaking, the beating began.

Grey couldn't even draw his sword from his waist.

Despite being a swordsman himself, Grey couldn't react quickly enough to draw his sword or evade the strikes of the club. Instead, he just tried to minimize the damage and endure the hits with aura.

He had hit people countless times before.

In fact, he had vented his anger on the four knights who had been thrown into the lake not long ago to the point that all their bones were broken.

This was the first time he was the one who got hit.

Thanks to his family's and his own power, Grey had never been hit before..

'Once I get out of here, I'll definitely kill him.'

Although it didn't hurt, he felt a rush of shame and anger. As a result, his aura naturally flared up again.

Seeing this, Calian laughed.

"Do you need to get completely beaten down before you come to your senses?"

Then he kicked Grey in the abdomen.

“Ugh!”

Once, twice, three times – he kicked and stomped on Grey mercilessly. Calian didn't even bother to take Grey's sword away. If he drew his sword, he was ready to deal with that, but Calian didn’t think that Grey would even attempt to draw it.

Gradually, the sound of Grey's gasping faded. Along with it, his aura, which had been supporting his body, disappeared, as if it had melted away. His source of strength had vanished.

By Calian's hand, the number of Swordmasters in the continent was once again reduced to five.

A slightly larger elongated cylindrical rod, or in simpler terms, a slightly stronger bat, appeared.

The beautifully sparkling transparent bat began to dance in the air, leaving a brilliant trajectory.

"How dare you..."

- Whack!

"Weren’t you talking about bloodlines earlier?"

- Whack!

Grey twisted his body and spat out blood mixed with his teeth.

His anger had long dissipated. A little shame still lingered.

Seeing this, Calian moved his hand once more.

Aside from what Grey had vomited, there was no splattering of blood. There was no sound of bones breaking. Calian was simply hitting him brutally wherever it would cause him pain without killing him.

"Wait, wait..."

Calian's hand briefly paused. Grey managed to sit up for a moment and glanced at his two concubines. Seeing that Grey still had some of his pride intact, Calian resumed his laborious work.

Grey was on the verge of losing his mind. He understood why he was being beaten, but he had no idea how to avoid it. So he got hit again.

‘Where the hell does that bat keep coming from?’

Observing Grey's face, which seemed deeply contemplative, Calian continued to strike.

He didn't lose consciousness, even without his aura.

It was because Calian was striking wherever it wouldn’t cause him to lose consciousness.

It hurt terribly.

Grey had wielded a sword for a long time, but this was the first time he experienced such intense pain. After enduring more than an hour of merciless beating, Grey finally knelt in front of Calian.

Only then did the club disappear.

Calian took a step toward Grey, and Grey flinched, moving back. Calian raised his hand again and grabbed Grey by the collar. A deep sense of dread filled Grey's eyes.

In a low voice, Calian asked, "Who beat you?"

Calian's voice, filled with intensity, implied that Grey should respond well.

"I wonder if the Marquis will accept a hefty sum to get rid of his eldest son, who's yearning for the title."

At that moment, the story Calian had spoken about earlier came to Grey's mind. Perhaps driven by his survival instinct, Grey quickly opened his mouth.

"Evan, Marquis Evan Brissen…”

His response now wasn't out of confusion about the meaning behind Calian’s question.

‘What a rich relationship between father and son.’

A sneer appeared on Calian's face.

Grey found that incredibly terrifying at the moment.

Calian looked around while maintaining his expression. Grey’s six knights were barely standing.

Calian released his grip on Grey's neck. Grey's body went limp and fell to the ground, powerless. Calian's voice, filled with contempt, flowed from his lips.

"To have made a son like this. What a cruel father you are."

With these words, Calian stepped on Grey's back.

- Thud!

"Aaahhh!"

Grey fainted from the excruciating pain of his spine being broken, foaming at the mouth. Calian, who had been watching his agony with stoic eyes, turned his gaze to Grey's manservant.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

At those words, the butler vigorously nodded to the point where he heard a popping sound in his head.

"I will return to the White March immediately and inform everyone about the injustice we've suffered. I will explain that Marquiss Brissen sent people here due to his deep disagreement with his son."

"But, the path that the Baron took coincides with my route. Is that merely a coincidence?"

The manservant quickly found an answer.

"No, it's not. The Baron's journey was planned for two days from now. Your Highness, you would have been at the palace during that time, so you wouldn't have accidentally crossed paths."

Satisfied with the response, Calian nodded once and issued a final warning in a chilling tone.

"Very well. If my name is even slightly involved in those rumors..."

The faces of everyone, including the butler, paled upon hearing this.

"...then I'll find you, anywhere."

"Yes, yes, understood," the butler stammered, nodding.

Calian smiled satisfiedly. Then he turned away.

Sitting in the saddle on Raven's back, Calian looked at Kyrie and spoke.

"As you can see, I've settled your debt as well."

Kyrie, his face still pale, nodded in agreement.

* * * * *

It was nearly two hours later that the waiting group saw two horses approaching from a distance.

It was well past evening when they finally entered the last province, Nensia. Due to the exhausting journey and activities, Calian ended up skipping dinner. After providing Alan with a brief summary of what had occurred, he collapsed in exhaustion.

Kyrie stayed awake by his side the whole night, guarding him. He was concerned that Grey's knights might seek revenge, even though they were already intimidated by Calian. He wanted to be sure of their safety.

The next morning, Yan and Hina were extremely busy.

As a result, Calian briefly felt confused about whether this place was Chermil or the Lord of Nensia's castle.

"Didn't you say a lot of people have gathered?"

When asked if it would be okay to wear casual clothes like he did when leaving, Yan gently suggested to Calian with these words. Calian glanced at the prince's pretentious and showy attire, wondering why he had brought it on the journey in the first place.

"...I don’t think that’s necessary,"

In the end, Calian couldn't outwit Yan, and had to wear the prince's clothes and act stylishly until they reached their destination. Even the other members of the party couldn’t dress casually, since they were the prince's retinue, and had to maintain their decorum.

Everyone finished bathing and dressing early in the morning, mounted their horses, and finally left the Nensia Castle, arriving in Kyris, which was only an hour away.

Calian immediately regretted stepping into the palace while wearing the prince's attire. The cheers and adulation from the crowd was overwhelming.

Sometimes, being too beautiful and cool can be tiring.

Anyways.

The cheers were so loud that they even reached inside the royal palace, surprising Rumian and Alan, who were waiting for Calian in the library.

"It seems like they've arrived."

Rumian, who had been sitting in his chair, raised his teacup. He seemed quite nervous, worried that something might happen.

This was partly because of Alan, who immediately started talking as soon as he entered.

"Your Highness's son seems to have broken someone else's back this time."

It was a somewhat familiar phrase, but this time it was quite different from before. Rumian covered his face with both hands. He then asked Alan the right question, as he had been told to earlier.

"Whose back did he break?"

Alan, looking satisfied, answered in a praising tone, "It was Grey Brissen's back."

Rumian felt absolutely no sense of relief.

When asked how he managed to break the Swordmaster's back, Alan replied, "One way or another, it ended up that way."

Could it be that he went against him alone? Calian was said to be uninjured. But, wouldn't he have fallen while fighting for one reason or another? Looking at Rumian, who had barely nodded his head at Alan's words, Alan opened his mouth with a gentle expression on his face.

"Since the father didn't have the power to protect himself, the child stepped up to chase the thief out."

This remark pierced straight to the core of Rumian’s conscience, more than any before.

And a moment later...

As Calian entered the palace, he leaped from Raven and was immediately embraced by Alan, who had been waiting outside.

"Master!"

Alan hugged his dear disciple with open arms.

"Welcome back. You've been through a lot."

After that, Alan's victorious and triumphant smile, directed at Rumian, struck the man's conscience once more.

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